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(waves crashing)

(explosion booms)

(rifles popping)

(tense dramatic music)

- Raise the chair.

(tense dramatic music)

(rifle popping)

(tense dramatic music)

(doctor speaks in German)

(tense dramatic music)

(monster growls)

(tense dramatic music)

(monster growls)

(tense dramatic music) (rifles popping)

(monster growls)

(glass shattering)

(rifles popping)

(flesh squelching)

(ominous music)

(siren buzzing)

(ominous music)

- What? Come on.

This is ruining my focal at Wewelsburg .

The weapon has been too effective, I repeat, too effective.

It does not stop the enemy.

It's killing our own troops as well.

(ominous music) (siren buzzing)

It is consuming, flesh while they're still alive.

(ominous music)

It's just been catastrophic, the cast is lost.

We have lost control.

Come on, we have gone too far.

(dark ominous music)

This is not a weapon, it is a curse.

(dark ominous music)

I have to stop this, for the sake of everyone.

For the sake of the world.

It will not end, this is war.

It was not fair to you.

(dark sinister music)

(siren buzzing)

By the rights that bind you,

by the names stolen from the dead,

the blood and flesh and breath.

Belong Jesus' name.

Return to silence, return to dust.

Return to this box that burned you. (yells)

(monster screeches)

(fire whooshing)

(siren buzzing)

It's this box, it must never be opened.

We do not know what is at stake.

(birds chirping)

(bell tolls)

- Are you far away?

Oh, fantastic, I'll get Jasper to meet you outside.

Oh, did you manage to pick up the interns?

Okay, great.

- Father, what's going on, you've been calling me.

- Ah, Jamie.

Jasper, Jamie, Jamie's another one.

- [Jasper] Yeah.

- Well, I hope all this training

I've invested in you is gonna pay off.

- It will, so who is this expert that you found?

- You two are gonna get on like a house on fire.

- [Jasper] What's this?

- Good evening, soldiers.

Captain Neal here from the balmy army Youtube files.

Good evening and welcome.

If you're new, please don't forget to subscribe

and like to my channel.

I'm your number one army historian.

Now as its Thursday. - Great.

So my expert on this job is a fucking influencer.

You can't be serious.

- I am deadly serious.

And you better not mess this up.

This is your last chance.

- All right.

(distant rock music)

Please tell me that's not him.

- That's him. - Heavy metal.

- Now go and get your lift. - Thanks, Father.

- Don't let me down. - Yeah, I won't.

- This is your big chance, boy.

(eerie music)

- So you ever been paid, bull?

- No.

(carcass squelching)

- Did you see that?

- Who cares?

- We prep this out, we could take with us.

- What do you mean?

- You know if you kill something, you leave it.

It's already been killed, it's yours.

- No, that's not quite how the law works in England anymore.

- Really, when did that change?

- Years ago.

- I thought it was one of those old laws.

You know, like, if you kill a swan, it's illegal.

- Yes, it is illegal to kill a swan.

Right, and what would you do with it exactly

if you could pick it up?

- What the hell, a couple of steaks, a big stew.

- You're a savage.

- Trouble with you.

You was born with a silver spoon in your mouth.

You have no idea how the other half live.

- You know nothing about me, Neal.

- Oh really?

Son of Lord Enfield, cousin to the king,

working for his requisition organization.

- I'm not going to apologize for having a rich father.

And don't let me remind you,

you're also working for said organization.

- Yeah, as a freelancer.

Not 'cause daddy lets me run around playing treasure hunter.

- Pull over.

Gotta make a phone call, pull over, here.

(tense music)

(car swooshing)

(rain pattering)

(cellphone vibrating)

Hello, Father.

- What is it now, Jasper?

- Look, I don't know about this.

- Is this your excuse now?

I set up the team and you find any minute inconvenience

to disappoint me again.

- No, no, of course not.

- Because I can pull the plug on this

as quickly as I can snap my fingers.

- I just wish you'd let me have my own team for this.

- This is my find, my money and my name on it.

If you'd wanted to employ your lazy friends,

you should have asked their fathers to raise the capital.

Everybody has been chosen by me

for their specific contributions to this find.

If you did more of these, you'd know what is required.

- What are you looking for?

- There's Nazi gold there somewhere.

- Seriously? - Keep it to yourself.

I don't want everybody else knowing what we're looking for.

- Yeah, yeah, of course.

Yeah, yeah, I can make this work.

- You will make this work.

(tense ominous music)

- Do you know what?

This is still mostly intact.

- How did I not know this was here?

- They've only recently released it

but the Woolworths Commission declassified it.

This was built in the Napoleonic wars.

It's called full brief, the place is absolutely stunning.

Your dad had got permission

to itemize every single thing inside.

I don't know what we're gonna find.

You should be very excited.

So as far as I'm aware,

there's a lot of World War II relics.

And we're gonna find more ancient gems in there,

do you know that?

We don't know what is gonna be in there.

- And is it just ancient relics you're expecting to find?

- What do you mean?

- Nothing, I just... - Oh no, no, don't worry.

We've got all bases covered.

Your dad knows what he's doing.

That's why he's got me on board.

- And what is it you do for him exactly?

- So I'm an historian,

expert on everything and anything military.

So World War I and World War II is my specialism.

I've got my own uniform for the era,

but I can't fit in them anymore.

I've made YouTubes, I've made countless YouTube in here.

Would you be interested in coming on one of my YouTube?

- No, I prefer reading.

Is this the welcoming committee?

- These are your interns, recently graduated.

- Fuck me, are they even qualified?

Is anyone here qualified?

(tense ominous music)

- Hey, you must be.

- Hi, I'm Molly. - Molly, I'm Neal.

Must recognize Jasper.

- Jasper. - Hey!

- Where did my father find you two?

- Ah, archeology major, Cambridge.

Professor Archibald did electra

at the university a few weeks ago.

And I guess my scores must have impressed him.

- UCLA's Institute of Archeology, same field.

- I recommended this young lady.

Been on a panel one of my podcasts.

Very intelligent girl.

- Oh, bless you.

Well, it's very nice to work with you again Mr. Brynn.

Is it just the World Wars we can be expecting in here?

- Maybe a bit more.

- Oh, exciting.

I hope we find something maybe from the Battle of Waterloo.

- Oh yeah, there's not enough of that, is there?

- Yeah, look.

(both chattering)

- Right, so it looks like you three

will get along nicely then, reminiscing about the past

whilst the rest of us look to the future.

- Don't worry, he's all bark.

Did you find the place okay?

- Yeah, yeah, perfect.

We've only been here for 10 minutes.

Your direction was spot on down to the square inch.

- Good.

- We met up at the station and we took a taxi

to the B&B together.

- Okay, so you're all unpacked?

- Yeah, everything right here. - Well, come on, let's go.

Forward march!

- Oh, again.

- All right.

- Awaits. - Thank you, sir.

(gate rattles)

(tense ominous music)

(rain pattering)

(gentle tense music)

- This place reminds me of Auschwitz.

- Yeah, the sight about his place.

There's nothing like any other military fort

I've been in ever.

(tense eerie music)

(fire whooshing)

(tense eerie music rises)

(mummy whispers)

- Well, you must be Jasper.

Father Mike O'Flanagan.

- Molly. - Gemma.

- Ah, hello. - Hi.

- I'm Neal. - Oh.

- You the owner? - The owner.

- No. - The curator then?

- Oh heavens, no, no.

Merely a priest being tasked with keeping the chapel.

All of God's houses must be kept hallowed.

- It is a very nice place.

- It's very old.

It was originally built during the Napoleonic Wars.

- Correct, 1803 to 1815, early 19th century.

Hence the Victorian architecture,

obviously changed that during the World Wars.

Mostly army relics, prisoners of war.

(tense ominous music)

(rain pattering)

(dark sinister music)

(mummy growls)

- There's a lot of rooms here,

some disused but mostly intact.

Close to how it was when the military left here

at the end of the second World War.

(gentle tense music)

Somehow against all common sense, your father managed

to get first rights to all the contents here.

I don't know what he was looking for,

but he made sure he was the first one to catalog everything.

- Father, what could be in here?

- Well, the building's over 200 years old,

not all skeletons reside in cupboards.

- What did you mean by that?

(gentle tense music)

(dark ominous music)

- I think you'll find this is the best place to start.

There's countless rooms here at the fort.

(gentle tense music)

- Oh, phones.

- What? - Phones.

I don't want any photos, information leak.

- We weren't gonna do- - It doesn't matter.

I want all of them, come on.

- Um, okay, yeah.

Uh, what are you gonna do with them?

- I'll keep them safe.

You can have them back

at the end of each day when we finish up.

All right, I guess you lot starting here then.

I'm gonna get some coffee.

- Wait, aren't, aren't you gonna help?

- I don't know what half this stuff is, that's your job.

Enjoy.

(gentle tense music)

Father, how long have you been here?

- About two years I think.

Well, Jesus spent 40 days lost in the desert.

I don't see this being any different.

- Wasn't Jesus tempted by the devil?

- He was.

(loud sinister music) (blood dripping)

There's temptation all around us.

If we're not careful, the devil will take our souls

before we even know it.

I'm not the first person to be stationed here

and I won't be the last.

- Father, I'm not quite interested in a sermon.

If there's something you must say, you best get on with it.

- Well, about two years ago,

my predecessor, Father John, went crazy here.

- How so?

- Well, he was only here a couple of weeks

and he started to see things.

I think he's gone mad.

(typewriter clicking)

(gentle eerie music)

- Dear Archbishop Welby, thank you for trusting me

with the stewardship of this place.

I accepted the post in faith and humility,

believing prayer and discipline would be sufficient.

I have prayed without cease.

(suspenseful music)

Yet something within these walls is restless.

(eerie music)

Began with whispers.

(eerie music)

At first, they were faint,

easily dismissed as wind through stone

or the fatigue of long nights.

(eerie music)

They were louder, insistent

as those spoken close to my ear.

(eerie music)

I've tried to silence them in prayer.

Even my dreams have turned against me.

(eerie music)

One moment, my thoughts are my own.

Next I'm wrapped in linen, running through trenches,

breath burning my lungs, gunfire cracks above me.

The dreams worsen.

I see fields of flanders, soldiers passing me in the dark.

They look British,

I do not know why these visions come

nor why they clinging to me so fiercely.

(eerie music)

I force myself to remain steadfast.

Yet something, something ancient lives here.

(eerie music)

Oh God in heaven.

(explosion booms)

Please.

(mummy growls)

By the living God, by the true God, cease your attack

and depart this place.

Be gone from the servant of God.

(mummy growls)

(ominous music)

(ominous music rises)

(mummy snarling)

(dark eerie music)

(pastor screams) (flesh squelching)

(body thuds)

(wind whishing)

- Jesus.

- Found this letter still on the machine.

No one else but you have seen it.

- What do you suppose happened?

- When I trained at the Vatican,

I was, I was taught to notice signs.

There's no demon, but whatever lurks inside these walls

is a malign spirit, a malign evil that I don't understand.

Anyway, canteen's up that way.

- Where you going?

- Up there to the chapel.

God bless you.

I'll be here if you need me.

(foreboding music)

(car sputtering)

- Neal. - All right, Mol?

- Yeah.

Hey Neal, uh, how long do you think will be

at the fort for?

- I think a couple of days, it's quite obvious.

It's only me, you and Gemma doing any work.

Look, Molly, I don't wanna bring up earlier,

I don't wanna make site out of nothing,

but I've been them sites all over Europe.

War sites, forts.

Our place didn't sit well, you know?

- Yeah, I mean, don't get me wrong,

it looks great on paper.

And to have Archibald on my CV would just be...

- Yeah. - Huge.

But there's definitely something off, yeah?

- Yeah, but what?

(gentle tense music)

- Did you feel the air change when the priest came in?

- What was that?

- Evening, boys and girls.

- Hey.

- Having a little gossip, are we?

- Just doing a little debrief about the day.

- We think we found something,

like an underground entrance to something in the fort.

It could be something really good down there.

- Yes, there best be.

We should have found something by now.

- We can't rush here, we're not cowboys.

Besides, there's only three of us doing

any actual listening, isn't there?

- You know, I don't see how that's my issue.

My father paid you to get the job done.

It's not like I'm prancing around on YouTube

trying to be a history expert.

- So you have seen my channel.

You arse.

- Look, it's been a long day, right?

I just need this to work.

If it doesn't, I don't know what I'll do next to be honest.

- Hey, this is important to all of us.

Obviously, we chose to be here

for some reason, not just money.

- Speak for yourself. - Neal.

- All right, I hope it's gonna boost my YouTube channel,

you know, passive income thing.

- And I'm here to make a name for myself.

That's my truth.

Right, well, we will do our best.

Even if it's not for you, you can trust

that we're gonna do this properly.

- Yes, okay, good.

- Okay, well, um, I'm gonna head up

and start getting ready for bed.

- Right.

- Me too, mate, sweet dreams.

(gentle music)

(dark eerie music)

(Neal snoring)

(loud eerie music)

(mummy whispering) (loud sinister music)

(Molly whimpering)

(mummy growls)

(Gemma moans)

(mummy growls)

(Gemma moans)

(loud sinister music)

(Gemma moans)

(dark sinister music)

(mummy growls)

(Molly gasping)

(Gemma shivering)

- Oh, Jesus. - Hey, hey, sorry.

- Sorry. - You're awake.

- Yeah, yeah, I just had some weird dreams

that just freaked me out a bit.

- You had weird dreams?

- Yeah. - Huh, me too.

- Really? - Yeah.

- What did you dream? - Um,

I don't really remember, but it,

it was pretty creepy.

We've had a long day.

- Yeah, I think it's just been a really long day,

and which are both probably exhausted.

And that place is a bit creepy and we're all just,

we'll be fine in the morning.

- Yeah, all right.

- Yeah, see you.

- Hey, what do you think about Jasper?

- I think, I think he is not really very interested

in anything we're doing.

And he's kind of only just here because he has to be.

I don't know, he feels a bit odd.

Like, there's some sort of a ulterior motive

for him being here.

(Neal groans and sniffs)

(door thuds)

- Oh, rough night?

- Could say that.

- Yeah, same here, I had some strange dreams.

- Let's just get to the site, yeah?

- Shouldn't wait for the girls?

- They can walk, it's not far.

- Good.

Yes, sir.

(vehicle rumbling)

(eerie music)

(gentle tense music)

- How come tunnels so small?

And Jesus Christ, how far does it go down?

- Good question.

Hey, careful, we don't know what the hell's down there.

- Hope this ain't really expensive.

I'll see if you need a holiday.

- Yeah, where would you go?

- Me, Malta.

- Sun, Lucy, quaint chops.

- Not at all, Malta is a fortress in its own way.

It got battered during the war.

Most bombed place in whole of Europe,

but it held the med together when everything else collapsed.

- Guys, focus, please.

Go and get Gemma.

- Well, she's still in the other room, she's still adamant.

- I don't care, I want her here.

- I'll go, you all right?

- Yeah, yeah. - I'll be one minute.

(gentle tense music)

(owl hooting)

(foreboding music)

- Gem, Molly, we struck gold here.

(gentle tense music)

- Oh wow.

There's loads of stuff in here.

- What's that all about?

Well, Napoleon on it, right there.

- Hey, Neal, put the light over here.

Do you know what this is?

- Yeah, Gem, you (speaks indistinctly).

- I mean, it looks like it could be something

that they use to produce oil, or actually with these holes,

it could be a knife sharpener.

Yeah, I think it the series.

- Girls, did I tell you the story about Fanny Johnson?

Beth and Green.

She wakes in the night from a heavy crash.

Gets out bed, looks around, there's no damage anywhere.

Not upstairs, nor downstairs.

(gentle tense music)

(Jasper grunts)

The next day, she got went to the living cupboard,

found an unexploded love mine bomb.

- Jesus, does she know how long she was?

- I know, the strange thing of that story

isn't the fact that she found a bomb.

There was no raid that night.

- What?

- Yeah, not even German records.

No one could explain how he got there.

Lucky he found it.

- Found anything interesting?

- Everything found is right there,

right in the middle of the room.

- Doesn't look like much.

- Well, examining, researching, itemizing,

tagging does take a long time.

- Yeah.

- Would it not be quicker if we just took everything

and did this with a team at the university?

- No, no, there'd be no point if we did a lorry

and somebody's aunt went off transporting all the way there.

It might be worthless.

- This way we've got an itemized list of everything.

So if anything goes to auction,

you've got proof of ownership and serial numbers as well.

- It sounds rather boring.

- Mate, you gotta show some more enthusiasm.

We must forsake really

rather than shape the landscape of history.

- What's your problem?

- My problem that we're down here working

and I don't think we need you here.

You know nothing about history,

but you don't seem to care.

- Why?

Because I'm not a nerd like you.

- That's not very nice, Jasper.

- That's Mr. Enfield.

- Yes, Mr. Enfield.

- This is my job.

My father just happens to have the money

and the means to make it happen.

So whilst we're here, I'm in charge.

Back to work.

- Yeah, we all love daddy's money, don't we?

Fuck him.

- You really know nothing about me.

- I know everything about you.

Get back, mate.

- Why, you're going to hit me?

- Shut up, mate, I'm warming you.

One more chance.

- I dare you.

(group chattering)

- There's something back there.

- Move, I'll handle it, I'll handle it.

Get out the way.

We can get through.

Take it down, pass that there.

Give it to me now.

Move back, all of you.

(bolt cutter snaps)

(Jasper grunts)

Oh that's hard.

Make yourself useful, come on, get it down.

(wood thuds)

Pull it off, pull it off, that's it.

(Neal screams)

That's it, that's it, now pull it.

(Neal grunts)

- No, the other way, move, move.

(ominous music)

What is all that?

- I don't know.

Let's pull another one off, we'll get in.

(Neal grunts)

- That's it.

Go again, good.

Right, this one here, yeah?

You ready?

- Now go, yeah.

(Neal grunts)

(wood snaps)

(tense music)

Come on, one more.

We should be able to get through.

(Neal grunts)

(wood rattles)

(gentle tense music)

(Gemma laughs)

What is all this?

What is this room?

(gentle tense music)

(bell dings)

(eerie music)

Look, Egyptian.

- Oh, they're hieroglyphs.

But not like ancient Egyptian

like you'd see in the pyramids.

They're almost like modern hieroglyphs

if that is even a thing.

- You can read it? - Well, kind of.

Not much here.

You're missing a part

and it doesn't make much sense.

That bit there, it's like summer fades or sunset.

But it doesn't make sense with the ones around it.

- I don't think it's Egyptian.

- Hold on, you can both read this?

- Well, German studied ancient linguistics

and that was the topic of my dissertation.

- Girls, Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Nazi flag, Nazi stamp.

- It's the Victorian shipwreck's chest.

It's probably from the 1800s,

but what is it doing here?

- What is the Victorian ship doing here on a fake wall?

- Given all the Nazi memorabilia,

they had probably places here around the 1940s.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Why that's only booby-trapped?

- Look, help me get it down and I'll handle this from here.

- I don't think this was meant to be found.

- But we did find it, I found it.

(gentle tense music)

It's easy, this has got to be something.

Why else would it be locked away like this?

Don't you get it?

All of that other stuff out there

is probably generic military crap.

But this, this could actually be something.

This could be something to give us all a name,

finally put me in competition with my father.

- He's right though.

It could be live World War II explosives.

- My father said there would be something here,

something he had heard about.

This has got to be it.

- We don't know what that is.

- Fine.

We don't itemize it, but we examine it.

If it's nothing, we add it to the list, standard procedure.

But if it's something special, we take it somewhere.

We can make a sale to the highest bidder,

somewhere far outside of my father's reach.

How does that sound?

- I mean, I would want to know what's inside it,

even if it's Egyptian atour.

- Brilliant, Gemma's on board.

Look, when we know what it is, then we decide.

But for now, are we capable

of keeping this between ourselves?

(gentle tense music)

Molly?

(gentle tense music)

(phone ringing)

- Charlie, it's me.

- And what can I do for you then, Father?

- There's more what I can do for you.

- How's that? - Well, let's say

it's something that could help the cause,

if you know what I mean.

- The weapon, have they found it, the fuckers?

What about the gold?

- You keep the gold.

Just hold it off until I can finish the ritual to,

to control it, okay?

- Military?

- No, archeologists and Archibald's son.

- I can't stand that little prick.

- How soon can you get here?

- Soon, Father, yeah, I'll see you soon.

- All right, sooner the better.

(car whooshing)

(eerie music)

(eerie music rises)

- Team, you ready? - Yep.

- Gem? - Mm-hmm.

- Jasper, out of the way.

Just hold that for me, please.

Molly, standby.

Right, Gem, nice and easy.

Pad it off to three, we'll take it slow.

One, two, three.

Good.

Jasper, just hold down. - Right.

- Yeah, just take time.

Molly, all right, it's not too bad.

- There's a key. - Molly.

- There's a key, a key.

- This side, this side, this side, this side.

- What's that say?

- Hold the stand.

- [Gemma] I am.

- Take your time, Jasper.

(ominous music)

(fire roaring)

- Don't let it drop, don't let it drop.

- Got it. - Pull up.

- Put it down. - Well, we've got it, Jasper.

- Put it down. - I've got it, I've got it.

- Gemma! - Put it down, God

- [Molly] Oh my God, oh my God.

- Gemma! - Oh my God.

(sinister music)

- Molly.

(sinister music)

- Gemma, are you okay?

Gemma, oh, my God, oh, my God.

- Gemma! - Oh, my God.

Jasper, help! - All right.

- Jasper! - Get her out.

- Let's go, I know the route.

- She can't walk, pick her up.

- I've got her, one, two, three.

- Look at us. - Take that side.

(eerie music)

- All right, let's get her.

(sinister music)

(fire sizzles)

(blood bubbling)

(fire sizzling) (mummy growling)

- This is bad.

- Occupational hazard.

- Occupational hazard?

A liquid's completely incapacitated her.

You don't know what was in there.

- Neither do you.

(eerie music)

(fire crackling)

- Probably just acid build up from decomposition.

That's all.

- What, you a doctor now?

- I think we're all getting ahead of ourselves.

(fire crackling) (ominous music rises)

Wash it off, rinse her eyes out.

She'll be fine by this evening.

(tense music)

- This is so much worse.

- I think we're all overreacting here.

- You see what was in the bag?

- Yes.

(loud sinister music)

A bunch of bones.

- Yeah, we did this for a bunch of bones.

(bone cracking) (eerie music)

- There must be a reason for them to be in there.

- Like a burial.

- Not any ordinary burial.

Someone important.

- What, like Hitler's bones?

Oh, no way.

Can't remember seeing anyone.

- Look at the evidence.

Locked in a box, walled in a tomb

and covered by some batshit weird symbols.

(eerie music) (bones cracking)

- Hieroglyphs, yeah? - Whatever.

- Or a demon. - What?

- Have you ever heard of a Dybbuk box?

A malicious possessing spirit said

to be the soul of a sinful person.

- Yeah, ridiculous.

- Not so ridiculous it can't be true.

- What are we arguing about here?

This is still a find.

Them bones will still fetch your hands some price

from the right buyer.

- Well, it'll leave a man studied

and ridiculed in a glass box.

- Yes, yes, yes.

Now you're getting it.

- Are you two really debating this right now?

We need to get her to a hospital

or, or call the police or something.

Where's my phone?

- She'll be fine. - No, she won't.

- I can't risk my father finding out, all right?

Not yet.

(eerie music) (bones cracking)

Come on, please, this is my find.

I'm not going to have my father taking credit for it.

This might be nothing but it might also be something.

So I'd just like to hold fire

before contacting any authorities.

- You're insured, you won't lose nothing

if we take her to the hospital.

- Fine, fine.

But then we're right back here to finish what we started.

- As long as she gets seen to first, yeah?

- Whatever. - I'll go get the van.

(suspenseful music)

- Thank you.

(owl hoots)

(foreboding music)

(car revving)

(car door thuds)

(gentle tense music)

- Charlie, my son.

- How are you doing?

- God bless you my joy, God bless you.

- How are you doing?

- Come on, leave it out, Mike. - They found the weapon.

- Are you fucking joking?

You were stationed here to protect it,

to protect our company, to protect our lineage.

And now you're telling me

that some little fucking work experience twats

have come in here and fucking dug it up.

- Get your fucking hands off me.

Don't you forget who you're fucking talking to.

Don't forget who I am.

- Okay, I'm sorry.

Herr Kommandant.

- Right, what I want you to do,

I don't want you to hurt them,

you just, just scare them, all right?

We don't want no police around here

and we don't want no fucking army either.

- What about Jasper? - Yeah.

Well, keep an eye on Jasper.

He's Archibald's son.

If he starts talking,

police are gonna be the least of your worries.

- I can't stand that little cunt.

(footsteps thudding)

(mummy growls)

- Did someone followed you?

- No. - Wait here.

(ominous music)

(nails scratching)

(mummy growling)

(ominous music)

(reverend panting)

(ominous music)

(reverend panting)

(ominous music)

(door thuds)

(reverend panting)

(foreboding music)

(loud sinister music)

(reverend panting)

(reverend speaking German)

(reverend panting)

(Mummy growling)

(fist thuds)

(loud sinister music)

(flesh squelching)

(loud sinister music)

- [Jasper] Jesus.

Does that hurt?

- Not really.

- [Jasper] At least let me apply bandage for you.

(suspenseful music)

- Thanks.

- Hold still.

(suspenseful music)

- Why do you have to be so argumentative?

- I'm not argumentative, I just...

- Yeah, it's just...

- There's a lot riding on this.

My father expects me to fail

and I'd rather not give him the satisfaction.

- You're not that similar, you know, no offense.

- None taken.

He saw my mother as nothing more

than a one-night stand at a party.

(suspenseful music)

She died when I was 17.

And well, he was obliged to take me in, I guess.

- It's okay.

You don't have to tell me.

- He expects a lot from me.

I'm still his blood even though I don't carry his name.

And when I fail, he likes to gloat.

- So why do you do it then?

(suspenseful music)

- Make this quick, Jamie, I'm very busy.

- Yeah, hello, Father.

- Yes, what is it you need?

- Father, I, I want another chance.

- If I had a penny for every favor I've given,

I'd be a rich man.

- Look, I, I know I've not lived up to your expectations,

but I am willing to learn and be more like you.

- Well, rich like me or prestigious as my name?

- Both, I want to make a mark

and maybe make our names synonymous.

- I'm not one for giving out second chances,

but I, I have procured something

that I believe would reinstate you in my graces.

- Yes, yeah, anything.

- I elect the team

and I take what you find.

- And my name on it.

(gentle music)

- Oh yes, your name will be on it, I assure you,

as long as you deliver.

- Of course.

(suspenseful music)

Expectation, (indistinct) don't really know.

Every time he says each will be the last,

but this time I really feel like this will be the last.

If I don't pull a rabbit out the hat on this one,

I, I'm on my own.

- Is that so bad though?

You didn't have to live your life in a shadow.

If you don't like this path, you don't have to follow it.

- What's taking him so long?

(suspenseful music)

- I'll find ya.

(suspenseful music)

Come out, come out wherever you are.

(suspenseful music)

What the fuck is this?

(suspenseful music)

- Don't fucking move.

- Whoa, whoa cut easy cowboy.

Who the fuck are you?

- Don't worry about who the fuck I am.

Where's the rest of you then?

There's more here, isn't there?

- Mate, we've been hired to do an excavation,

whatever Jasper's got himself into, nothing to do with us.

I'm just a freelancer.

- You don't understand the shit shower

that Jasper's got you into.

- I was trying to get the van, someone's really ill.

- Yeah, fuck the van.

You'll be really fucking ill if you don't carry on.

Where are they?

- All right, all right, calm down.

Well, they're back there.

- Well, fucking move then.

- All right. - Now, move.

(tense music) (door latch clicks)

- Who are you? - Where's Father Mike?

- What? - Where's Father Mike?

- We don't know.

- What's up with her?

What the fuck have you done to her?

- Don't know what's the matter with her.

- You've obviously done the same to Father Mike

is what you've done to her.

- We need to get her to a hospital.

- No, out, out.

- Okay, okay. - All right.

- Get out, out. - Okay, okay.

- Fucking move, chop, chop.

Go fat boy.

(tense music)

You, over there.

- Hey, Father Mike's friend.

We need to get our friend to a hospital.

- No, what's up with her?

- We don't know.

- Where's Father Mike?

- We don't know where he is.

- Then why is his fucking phone there?

- The last time we seen him, he showed us around yesterday.

(mummy growling)

(tense music)

(dark sinister music)

Why have you brought us here?

- What do you think?

- Father Mike, friend with a gun is looking for ya.

(tense music)

- Are you there, Father?

(tense music rises)

(Molly screams)

(Gemma growls)

(bones cracking)

(gentle eerie music)

Wait there.

(eerie music)

- Gemma, you're alive.

(eyes squelching) (Neal screams)

(eerie music)

(Gemma munching)

(Molly gasping)

- Did you see him?

Did you see Father Mike? - Yes, I saw him.

Who did that?

- It wasn't any of us. - Perhaps Neal.

- No. - He's the only one capable

of such brute force barbarism.

Plus he was gone for quite a while before Charlie showed up.

- No, don't you even start, he would never do that.

- Don't think you can run from me you murderers.

- Oh shit, what are we gonna do?

- Stay alert, head for the van.

Hopefully we can get there before he sees us.

- Leave Neal? - And get help, Molly.

(tense music)

- Fuck, I wish I had my phone.

Is it still at the B&B?

- Yes, mine too.

We got to get clear of here before we call anyone.

Get to the B&B, get out, okay?

(tense music)

Right, come on.

(tense music)

Right, he's gone that way.

If we head in the opposite direction,

we should be able to get outside.

It's dark now.

- Hey, I don't like this. - Yeah, this is the only way

we're getting out of here, all right?

- No, it's, it's not that.

It's, I have a bad feeling.

- It's probably just survival instinct.

- No, listen, it's not that.

It's something else, it's something darker.

- All right, come on.

(tense music)

- Little bastards.

(tense music)

You think you can fucking stop me.

(tense music)

- Neal.

(Molly panting)

(footsteps clacking)

(Molly panting)

- Oh my God, where's Gemma?

She's gone.

- I don't know, perhaps she's feeling better.

- What? - What on earth is that?

- I don't know, I don't know.

- Well, what does it want?

- I don't know, it doesn't sound happy.

- What do we do?

(foreboding music)

- Gemma.

- What?

- The box, the box in the storage room.

- Yes. - There were documents

in the storage room, they, they said something about.

(sinister music)

(rain pattering)

- Well, what?

- A mummy. - A mummy?

Like Frankenstein, Scooby Doo?

- No, like ancient Egyptian burial rights.

But I, I don't know what it said, I, I didn't read it.

The hieroglyphics, we need, we need

to read the hieroglyphics, let's go, come on, come on.

(suspenseful music)

(Gemma laughs maniacally)

- What are you?

Answer me!

(tense music)

(Gemma cackles)

(gunfire pops)

Fuck this.

(Gemma grunting)

- Okay, this is it, this is it.

This is what we need to figure out, I just...

- Right, hurry up, hurry up.

We need to get out of here.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay, I, I can read it.

It's just, it's, it's, half of it's cut off.

The, the documents, the documents.

Yes, this is what I found.

- Right.

(suspenseful music)

- Right, this bit.

When the Ahnenerbea swept across the desert

in the North Africa campaign, they uncovered

and stole a bunch of ancient texts prescribing his rights.

- [Jasper] Right, and?

(mummy grunting) (suspenseful music)

- They pieced together forbidden magic,

rituals binding his soul to metal and will.

And then they chose a ruthless SS officer,

a man completely stripped of conscience.

And, and they chose him as the conduit.

- Sorry, who the fuck are the Ahnenerbea?

- The Ahnenerbea, the, the, the research branch of the SS.

Okay, anthropology, archeology, ancient religions.

They swept across half the earth trying to find anything

that would confirm their beliefs or, or,

or boost their power.

If anyone was gonna use ancient texts

and twist them into a weapon,

it, it would be the Ahnenerbea.

- Yes, amusing, is it?

Come on, hurry up.

- Okay, all right.

Um, okay, so they, they sacrificed the SS officer

just as the text prescribed, smelting his remains

and forging his cursed bones into their war machines.

They believed that his spirit would guide their rifles

and tanks with unholy precision.

Every shot was a chance.

It was him shackled and furious.

- And, what do we do?

- Look, even the government was scared.

So they ordered these, these Catholic priests

to bind him to this box and seal him in this tomb.

So many men died getting him here,

turned completely mad by the evil inside.

- [Jasper] Well, well, does it say anything

about how to stop it?

(ominous music)

- Well, doctor, raise the chair.

(ominous music)

Please, the chains.

(chains rattling)

Bind it.

(ominous music)

This must work, this must work.

(ominous music)

Binding.

- This is the ninth subject.

- Nine soldiers, nine failures already forgiven by Berlin.

- Patience is gone.

If we fail again, Hitler will not ask questions,

we will be sent to the camps like the rest.

- Herr doctor, please.

- North Africa was meant to turn the tide of the war.

- It gave us the text.

- The funerary rights and preservation.

Reanimation and bindings is sold to the flesh.

- 'Cause they were never meant for the living.

- These rats were deliberately suppressed

by local custodians for centuries.

- Hidden beneath the sand, holders in Rome

holders in Christianity.

- And the allies are at the gate.

- Which is why this must work.

(ominous music)

(soldier groans)

(ominous music)

(solider panting)

- Okay, okay, okay, now the right, the right.

Hold again.

(group chants in German)

It is reacting to funerary rights, shall bind it.

- Something's wrong.

- The texts growing of instability.

- Not instability.

- Then what? - Independence.

- Hold him down.

- What do we do, what do we do?

Listen, if he dies, he dies.

Get the book.

Hold him down, hold him down.

- Hold him down, hold him down, Nancy.

I got this.

(group chants in German)

(foreboding music)

- Did it say anything about how to stop it?

- I haven't seen anything, I haven't seen it. (gasping)

- What?

- No. - What?

- No. - What do you mean no?

- This was the last line of defense.

This was it.

They, they didn't know what else to do.

(monster grunting)

Fuck, fuck, we gotta go, we gotta go.

(shoes clacking)

- Fuck, fuck.

(ominous music)

(gunfire pops)

(ominous music rising)

(gunfire pops)

(ominous music rising)

(gunfire pops)

(ominous music rising)

(gunfire pops)

(ominous music rising)

- Move it, come on, move it.

(foreboding music)

(Charlie screams)

- Oh my God.

(menacing music)

(Charlie screams)

(head crushing)

Was that Charlie?

- I think that's one problem sorted.

- Oh fuck, oh fuck.

- Go, go, go.

(menacing music)

(mummy growls)

- Oh, what happened?

(Molly gasping)

(foreboding music)

Is that Gemma?

- Yes, and Charlie.

- Oh my God, the bastard shot her, Gemma.

- His keys, his keys.

We can take his car, Molly, come on.

Molly, come on, let's go.

- No, no, no. - Molly, let's go.

Let's get out of here now.

Let's go. - Jasper, Jasper!

- Shit, hold on.

(kick thuds)

Give me that, give me that.

(weapon thuds)

Go, go!

Let's go, let's go.

(gate rattles)

(mummy growls)

(car whooshing)

Molly, we need to leave, Molly?

- Just give me a minute.

- Molly, I've given you a minute.

- Just give me a minute!

(gentle tense music)

- Molly, we need to leave.

(gentle tense music)

- What are we going to do?

- We need to get to the van and everything inside it.

Then we need to leave.

- I'm not going back there.

- Molly, I'm not leaving without it.

- How can you think about money right now?

- This isn't about money, Molly.

This is bigger.

- And the others? - They're gone.

- You can't tell me that you don't care about them.

- They do, it's just if we leave now,

then there's, their deaths have no purpose.

And this is just a story that no one will believe.

- People need to be warned, Jasper.

- Yes, Molly, they will,

after we secure the relics.

- I'm not going back there.

- And I will.

- Please look, there is a car right outside.

We can go right now.

It doesn't matter what anyone says.

You're not a failure, you don't need to prove anything.

- Be cast out of my family's legacy.

- That is your father's legacy, not yours.

Yours is still to be written, okay?

If you go back there, you will lose everything,

including your life.

- What good is living if no one remembers your name?

- Everyone knows your name, Jasper.

- You don't understand.

- I may not understand, but I know if you go back there,

you will die!

- I won't.

I can handle it.

- Fine.

You're delusional.

I'm going, with or without you.

- You're not going anywhere.

(gentle tense music)

- You won't shoot me. - Won't I?

You're still under my employee.

You must do as I say.

- Then I quit.

- You can't quit.

You need a letter and, but I don't see any letters.

(suspenseful music)

Molly, it's outside, the keys.

The keys, Molly.

Have you got the keys, Molly?

(blow thuds)

(both grunting)

(Molly gasping)

(blow thuds)

(mummy growls)

(gentle music)

- It's heritage, it's about nostalgia,

stewardship and responsibility, legacy.

- There you go.

This place is incredible.

- Not the first castle I've spoken at.

And I doubt it will be the last.

You know Jasper, timing is everything.

You never arrive early.

You'll arrive precisely when they are ready to listen.

- Do you ever get, does he get nervous?

- Nervous?

Nervousness are for people who doubt the right to be heard.

(gentle music)

- Dad, do you ever think with all, with all the training

you put me through that maybe one day I could...

- Dad?

Your father was a vagrant.

I offered you opportunity, structure and a name.

If you accomplish enough to speak at someone

as prestigious as this, then you can call me dad.

Until that time, it's Archibald.

- Yes, sorry, sir. - Good boy.

Everything you wear, every room you enter,

everything you say should make people question

whether they belong there more than you do.

- But what if they do belong there more than I do?

- Then you haven't done enough yet.

Now come on, take a picture and get in the stonework.

Context matters.

What are you doing, boy?

A picture of me.

- [Jasper] Oh.

- Legacy isn't built by slowing down.

(gentle music)

(mummy breathes heavily)

(mummy screeching)

(Molly coughs)

(Molly gasping) (tense music)

(eerie music rising)

(sinister music)

(organs squelching) (Molly moans)

(body thuds)

(organ squelching)

(fist thudding)

(eerie music)

(mummy slurping and munching)

(mummy growls)

(foreboding music)

(phone ringing)

- Archibald, it's me.

- Go on. - There's been an incident.

And people are dead.

- Did you secure the cargo?

- You, you didn't hear me.

People are dead. - I heard you.

Is the cargo intact?

- What cargo?

There wasn't any Nazi gold.

- Gold, I didn't send you for gold.

You were meant to secure the box.

What a shame, would've suited my collection.

- Bastard.

(gentle tense music)

(gentle tense music continues)

(car door thuds)

(sinister music rising)

(car engine cranking)

(dark ominous music)

(electronic rock music)

♪ I fainted, I've fallen

♪ Starting to fade out

♪ I don't wanna break down

♪ But I'm afraid now

♪ 'Cause it's all I see

♪ I'm falling away now

♪ It's coming for me

♪ It's buried in my head

♪ Don't wanna breach it

♪ I've got my demons I'm keeping at bay ♪

♪ Until they're inside of me

♪ This is my reckoning

(electronic rock music)

♪ This is my reckoning

(electronic rock music)

♪ Reckoning, reckoning

♪ I'm falling away now, it's coming for me ♪

♪ It's buried in my head, don't wanna breach it ♪

♪ I've got my demons I'm keeping at bay ♪

♪ Until they're inside of me

♪ This is my reckoning

♪ It's buried inside me

♪ Feeding on my veins

♪ It's taunting my heartbeat and driving me insane ♪

(waves crashing) (lightning buzzing)

(clapperboard clicks)